I cast a god soldier in the world of martial arts

Chapter 2 The One-Armed Man

After the group of police officers searched the inside and outside of Duan Ren Fang carefully, they still failed to find any clues.

Also did not find half a piece of material for casting magic soldiers.

Seeing this, Qin Feng secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

His Broken Blade Workshop has a lot of secrets, if it is discovered, it will not end well.

"Well, it seems that there is nothing wrong with your Broken Blade Workshop. You are indeed an honest and responsible foundry! If you work hard in the future, the business will always improve. Don't rush to close the shop!"

Wu Tantou patted Qin Feng's shoulder, nodded and said.

"Then I would like to thank Catcher Wu for his auspicious words! I will definitely work hard so that I can do my part for An Fengcheng!" Qin Feng also replied with a smile.

Seeing that it was getting late, Catcher Wu prepared to take his subordinates to the next foundry to search.

But the remaining foundries, Mingjiange and Bailian Villa are among the best in the city.

In particular, Bailian Mountain Villa is a giant in the foundry industry, with a long heritage and a powerful presence in the world.

Even if Wu Tong is a well-known headhunter with Fu Yamen and Wuji Gate as his backers, it is not easy to provoke him, and it is even more difficult to search them.

When he thought of this, his face turned into embarrassment, but for the sake of routine, he still had to lead someone to bite the bullet.

It would be great if those people could be as reasonable as the boss of this Broken Blade Workshop, and the search would be effortless.

"By the way, if a suspicious person comes to you to cast magic soldiers, you should secure them well first, and then come to the government office to report to me. Your benefits will be indispensable at that time!"

Before leaving, Catcher Wu gave Qin Feng some advice as usual.

But he didn't care about it in his heart. With Qin Feng's young age and his sloppy and willful casting level, no one would come to him to make magic weapons, and even if he did, he would definitely not be able to make them.

"Understood!" Qin Feng nodded and replied.

Headhunter Wu ignored Qin Feng, and immediately rushed to Mingjianbao Pavilion with his subordinates.

Soon, the group of arresting officers disappeared from Qin Feng's sight.

"I couldn't find it even if I searched for you. It seems that this arrester is also in vain!"

Qin Feng sneered and shook his head slightly.

Then I went to the backyard and slaughtered a chicken with the broken soul. After washing it, I put some salt and spices on it, and then I used my iron hand to light a raging fire and roasted it.

In an instant, there was a tangy smell of roast chicken on the hand.

Qin Feng was also starved during the casting, so he wolfed down and gnawed with relish.

"Well, this iron-smelting hand is convenient to use. It is not in vain that I have worked so hard and endured the pain of the flames to practice it."

Qin Feng sighed in his heart, it was extremely difficult to train this iron forging hand, and the suffering he suffered was indescribable.It's a good thing he has the Divine Armament Book to protect his body, otherwise his hands would almost be scrapped.

It was also thanks to his mastery of iron making, which strengthened his casting strength, that he was able to successfully cast the Broken Soul.

If it is practiced to perfection in the future, the power of this iron-smelting hand can smelt even divine weapons in an instant.

And he also tried the Broken Blade when he was slaughtering a chicken just now, and it really worked well.

Qin Feng gnawed the roast chicken clean in a short while, not even the bones were left, it was roasted crispy by the hot flame in his palm.

After hiccupping, Qin Feng leaned back on the chair comfortably, but a series of troubles followed.

During this period of time, his Broken Blade Workshop didn't have much business, and all the castings were ordinary utensils such as kitchen knives, sickles, hatchets, etc., and he couldn't make much money at all.

They are neighbors, and most of them are poor people.Although the casting was sharp enough, they didn't overcharge them.

Moreover, the lease period of his Duanren Workshop has also expired. If he can't do a big business in a few days, and he has no money to pay the rent, this Duanjian Workshop will be taken back by the landlord.

But this Broken Blade Workshop is extremely important to him, and it hides a big secret, which he must keep no matter what.

Since all the materials for forging had been smelted by Qin Feng, he couldn't forge the iron, and it was difficult for him to improve his forging skills.

So Qin Feng closed his eyes and immersed himself in his thoughts.

I saw a book with golden light.

This is the divine weapon book that is integrated with him.

It was this book of magical weapons that brought him to this world of martial arts.

Learned a lot of casting skills from it.

It also contains the casting methods of various divine weapons that he is familiar with.

And he can also immerse his mind in the magic weapon book to simulate casting.

In addition, the Book of Divine Weapons has other miraculous effects, and he can unlock them one by one by casting divine weapons.

Even if the forged magic weapon falls into the hands of the user, some combat power will be absorbed by the magic weapon book.

As long as he has the book of magic weapons in his hand, others can't hurt him with the weapons he forged.

Qin Feng didn't waste any time, he was concentrating on cultivating the unique skill of casting swords in the magic weapon book.

Waited until night fell, but still did not wait for a guest to come to the door.

"Ugh!"

Looking at the pitch black night and the empty gate, Qin Feng sighed in disappointment.

This place is really too remote, and he is not famous at all.And who is full enough to come here to find him to forge a weapon!

"Forget it, just wait another hour and close the door."

Qin Feng's recent casting of Broken Soul also consumes too much and is overworked.Ready to close for a break.

After half an hour, Qin Feng, who was leaning on the chair, was feeling sleepy.

He suddenly heard a slight movement, and immediately got up and sat up, staring ahead with sharp eyes.

A gust of cold wind blew in with a few fallen leaves, and a hazy black shadow flashed.

A one-armed man wearing a Rakshasa mask and a black robe appeared in the lobby.

"It's so late, and it's really a rare visitor. Presumably, the distinguished guests are here to forge extraordinary weapons!"

Qin Feng smiled interestedly when he saw the burden on the man with the broken arm.

Moreover, he felt a strong murderous aura from this person, like a bloodthirsty Shura.

He saw that the man's right arm was still broken, and there was still a little blood on his robe.I guessed in my heart that it should be the arm that was cut off by a sharp blade recently.

"Old man Lin's hatchet was made by you?"

A cold female voice came from the man's mask.

When she was desperate, she saw an old and frail old man in the woods, but he used a sharp hatchet to chop down trees like melons and vegetables.

Being able to forge a hatchet into a precious knife that cuts iron like mud made her very excited.

So she threatened the old man to tell the whereabouts of the foundry, and found Qin Feng's Broken Blade Workshop.

"That hatchet was indeed made by me. How is old man Lin? You didn't make things difficult for him, did you?"

Qin Feng's tone also became cold.

He saw old man Lin chopping firewood for a living, old and frail, and had to take care of a son who was paralyzed in bed.So he forged old man Lin's hatchet to be sharper and tougher, so that he could easily chop wood to support his family.

But he also solemnly told old man Lin not to be seen while chopping firewood, so as not to be robbed by gangsters.

"Don't worry, I didn't kill him. A frail old man without martial arts is not qualified for me to kill him." The woman with the broken arm said disdainfully.

"Tell me, what weapon do you want me to forge, it shouldn't be a magic soldier?"

Qin Feng had a half-smile, and his deep eyes shone with a sharp light.

"It seems that you really have some skills. I didn't find the wrong person."

"You'll know just by looking at this."

The woman took off the bundle from her back, put it on the table in front of Qin Feng, and opened it cautiously.

A piece of blood-red metal was exposed, exuding a strong blood energy, filling the entire room.

(End of this chapter)